I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths

Piper's entire being was ill-prepared for the way that the Dark Hunter released her. She was unaware of just how much she was relying on the man to hold her upright until his body was no longer against hers and she stumbled forward. Her eyes never left the body of the now silent vampire, nor the very human-looking blood that pooled around their feet. How easy it had been to think of the creature as the monster from her nightmares. Piper had been entirely willing to allow the Hunter to plunge that blade into the chest of the monster that was trying to kill them. But now, with the body at her feet and the knife in her hands, Piper's very human guilt was creeping up on her, along with the overwhelming sensations of shock and pure adrenaline. Piper felt as though her world was spinning. Her thoughts seemed to race faster and faster, each thought passing through her head before she had time to process her own actions. Piper dropped the blade in her hands, barely acknowledging the clanging of the silver as it landed on the pavement under her feet. But she didn't focus on that at all before she had launched herself back into the arms of the dark-haired Hunter and her lips were pressed firmly against his.

Piper's past kisses had been intimate things, hardly ones in dark alleyways with men whose names she didn't even know. And yet, that kiss with the Dark Hunter was one of the most exhilarating of her life, even if it went entirely unreturned. She wasn't sure exactly what she had been expecting, but the sensation of being pushed back and away from him was not it. The girl teetered on her heels as she grabbed ahold of him to steady herself, the blue of her gaze flashing up to his for a brief moment as the apology came from her lips, her normally dulcet voice frantic and full of the excitement the evening had held. But the handsome hunter in front of her hardly held her attention for long - her eyes flitted to the body at their feet. God, she had murdered someone. Or rather, he had... with her knife in her own hand. The realization of what she had done crashed into her all at once, that adrenaline rapidly becoming replaced by a sense of dread. Her fingers tangled in her hair, as she voiced aloud her worries of the arrest that would certainly happen at any time.

At the sound of his voice, Piper turned her attention to the man at her side. The words that came from those lips that had so captured her attention moments ago seemed recited, as though he were reading from a textbook. "Forgive me if I don't quite believe-" Piper's voice was cut off by the man's declaration of finding something. That simple gesture of picking up his cell phone seemed far too mundane for the moment, especially with the body bleeding out on the pavement. Piper's lips parted to say something of the sort, though no words seemed to come to her. Instead, she watched the man turn on the screen. Even Piper winced at the crack became visible. "I... I'm so sorry." She stammered out, once again yanking her hand through her tangled hair. "I can... I can replace that for you. Or..." Her voice trailed off, Piper struggling to figure out the proper gesture to repay the man who had clearly saved her life.

"Let me buy you a drink. Or dinner." Piper insisted, reaching forward to catch his sleeve and draw his attention to her once more. "Dinner, please. I have so many questions." She didn't allow him to protest, instead she pulled him back down the alleyway and out onto the lit Western streets, the girl filled with a sudden need to put as much distance as possible between herself and the dead body. And, though she wouldn't admit it out loud, the girl was certainly terrified to be alone lest another creature attack her. Her attention remained steadfast on the boy, though she released his arm as they fell into step along the sidewalk. "You're a Hunter," That much was obvious, though it didn't stop Piper from saying it. "You... the flames... that is your power? And you..." Her voice trailed off, finding that she seemed unable to come up with a complete sentence. Instead, her crystalline eyes looked up and met his. Her adrenaline had faded into pure anxiety and terror, those feelings entirely present in the way she looked at the boy. "And I'm safe now?"